He (or she) who wishes to experience gratitude from his contemporaries, must adjust his pace to theirs. But great things are never produced in this way. And he who wants to do great things must direct his gaze to posterity, and in firm confidence elaborate his work for coming generations. No doubt, the result may be that he will remain quite unknown to his contemporaries, and comparable to a man who, compelled to spend his life upon a lonely island, with great effort sets up a monument there, to transmit to future sea-farers the knowledge of his existence. If he thinks it a hard fate, let him console himself with the reflection that the ordinary man who lives for practical aims only, often suffers a like fate, without having any compensation to hope for; inasmuch as he may, under favorable conditions, spend a life of material production, earning, buying, building, fertilizing, laying out, founding, establishing, beautifying with daily effort and unflagging zeal, and all the time think that he is working for himself; and yet in the end it is his descendants who reap the benefit of it all, and sometimes not even his descendants. It is the same with the man of genius; he, too, hopes for his reward and for honor at least; and at last finds that he has worked for posterity alone.

Who said that?
(Hint: His works have lasted hundreds of years.)

Visions rarely admit committee. This competition for the same ideal has built within itself a braking mechanism that may hinder the most profound visions. Dull minds think alike.

Competition and conflict. Asfaras politics are concerned, they might as well have grown in the same unfortunate womb as the fraternal twins they are in this society. Hard money is their mother's milk. Visions are easily lost.

See my comment below in this diary.